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“She’s been missing for days, Adrian” Ethan raged from the other side of Adrian’s desk, “ I haven’t even been able to see her anywhere! That should be impossible!” On the other side, Adrian was scanning through the time scrolls. She had to be somewhere. How was he the calm one in this situation? It was like the two Watchers switched roles. Standing in a corner was Nereus with Esther, who’d reported Babylon missing on Sunday, it was currently Saturday. The tension in the room had made Esther fussy earlier but now she was asleep in Nereus’s arms, peacefully unaware of what was going on around her. Angela, despite her angelic appearance, paused in her تلاش through the time orbs to glare at Ethan as he paced around the room. “Can آپ stop that!” Angela snapped at him. “I can’t think when you’re doing that, and i’m certain you’re making the human unsettled!” All eyes fell to Nereus now who کہا nothing and only rocked Esther. He couldn’t believe Babylon would abandon them again. He thought she was over this dying thing once they had Esther.

Hailey paused in the doorway, her message dying on her lips. It was rude to spy on someone, but the way his shoulders slumped آگے with the weight of the world, face hidden in his hand, rigid and still as stone, made her hesitate. "It's not your fault," she stated finally. As expected, he straightened with the emotions wiped from his face. He wouldn't let her see him weak, not now. Even with his shoulder in a sling, his leg mutilated, his neck heavily bandaged, discipline brought a sternest to his posture that made her hesitate to even consider him injured. "I shouldn't have lost my temper," he replied quietly. He averted his eyes from her as his composure faltered. "I know how fragile she is. I just...she wouldn't stop asking why, over and over, and I just exploded." "You're allowed to be frustrated sometimes," she pointed out, even knowing the words were lost on someone who had tried to shake years of having the emotions beat out of him, but reverted back to his old ways. "You both were heated. آپ can apologize later."

Selfish. That’s what she was. As she stood out in the freezing rain like she had the snow the گزشتہ night, that was the only word that came to mind. She shivered but pressed onwards as she let her salty tears mix with the rain. He had been right for some of it. She hadn’t asked. For her own sake and even for his. But she hadn’t expected him to say everything else. She had thrown the ring at him in her hurt, and the loss of it was evident on her finger. She sniffled and made her way into the darkness, leaning against a tree. Selfish and unwanted. That’s what she was. Her lower lip shook and she had to bite it to keep from sobbing. She hated herself. Pulling her جیکٹ tighter around her, she went back to walking. She had been running for hours and was becoming weak. But she had no one else to count on now. She was alone. She shivered again and couldn’t stop her tears as she suddenly collapsed. Curling up, she sobbed uncontrollably. She was unwanted. And her دل was broken because of it.

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Calypso “Callie” Antigone Rurik Reason یا meaning of name: The meanings take foreeeeeeeeeever to explain.. I prefer the tl;dr.. “seductress nymph”! Eye Color: Like.. an ocean blue. Hair Style/Color: Tawny brown. Just look at whatever color Dad’s hair is and it’s that. It’s down just past my shoulders and I have these really cute bangs too. Height: ummmmmmm well right now I’m like 5’3 Clothing Style: Umm, kinda grungy? But I also really like skirts and bows and honestly it’s a mixed style. Best Physical Feature: *chews on lip thoughtfully* my... oooh! oooh! Definitely my eyes~

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE Your Fears: Losing my parents and brother.. Your Guilty Pleasure: I eat مونگفلی, مونگ پھلی مکھن straight from the jar.. I also really like to be a pain in my parent’s ass~ Your Biggest Pet Peeve: I actually cannot stand people that chew with their mouth open.

Just something I thought of. I think it’s not quite yet a سال but the story came to me. Enjoy

The soft lullaby filled the room as the clock turned 2:00. The sun was tucked away to sleep, much like the girl in bed. A shadow crossed the room, coming closer. A sudden flash of metal, and the girl faced her intruder, claws out. “You could have died!” The ڈاکو, ہڈ fell away to reveal piercing icy blue eyes. “I needed someone...” The implication of his words caused her to lower her guard and sheath her claws. She made room on the بستر and he sat, staring into a dark abyss. “Has it already been a whole year?” He nodded and his eyes turned into sorrow. “One سال since she broke it off...” The girl stayed quiet and let the موسیقی from her box fill the room. “Are آپ okay?” He laughed bitterly. “Of course not! She was the one and my damned luck worked out so I lost her!” “Don’t level your anger at me!” He snapped his mouth shut and glared at the moon for mocking his wounded heart.

Part 3 Her first breath of clean air burned Hailey's lungs. Her painful coughs were echoed سے طرف کی her fireman as he set her down in the cool گھاس past the درخت line. They were far from the heat of the house burning like a piece of paper incinerating in a bonfire. "Ça va?" Aleksander managed after a few minutes, albeit hoarsely. "Are آپ okay? Did آپ get burned at all?" The young woman shook her head, on her hands and knees as she took deep, slow breaths. Cool night air caressed her bare skin. She was grateful for her earlier judgement in leaving her stifling dress in the wine cellar and her even earlier judgement in wearing black laced underwear rather than something the soot staining her skin would ruin. "I'm fine, Aleksander," she replied breathlessly. She raised her head and choked his name out again. Her rescuer sat close beside her in the grass. His suit, so carefully prepared to meet the Crown Prince, was charred crisp around his shoulders. She stared at them as they halted stiffly with burning breaths like her own. The soot stained his white hair a dark grey. Black coated his skin, smeared along his cheek bones and down his sharp jaw where...

The party leapt from their chairs, the advisor and trade miniter’s son taking up posts in front their prince. A woosh of wind billowed through the entryway. The stench of smoke followed. Hailey screamed as a masked juggernaut in metal armor barged into the dining room hauling a flame thrower. She quickly dunked under the میز, جدول for cover as flames were dowsed over the walls and floor, making the men jump back. Hailey suddenly heard a scream from the trade minister's son that made her stomach twist. The stench of burning flesh burned her eyes. Her fear pushed her to jump up and make a run to the kitchen. The closest door was into the wine cellar, where she ran into and yanked the door shut. She panted and coughed, smoke beginning to crawl into her lungs. The young woman tried to listen for the stomps of the آگ کے, آگ wielding giant, but the roar of flames was building. The handle of the door grew warm. Hailey quickly yanked her hand away, stummbling back, down the stairs. She whirled around for a place to escape, but the wine cellar proved windowless.

Wind howled outside, shaking the shutters. Hailey fought the urge to reach for her soft silk robe. She wore a bright yellow dress, a proud color of the family she represented tonight. Not even the threat of cold could convince her to appear any less finessed. The woman’s reveries was broken سے طرف کی the arrival of her visitors. She stood politely as the entourage of diplomats entered and bowed deeply. “Konichiwa, Your Highness.” The Crown Prince of Japan returned a shallower bow. He was younger than Hailey had expected. “Your rebel king has chosen not to شامل میں us?” he asked with barely hidden disappointment. Hailey cleared her throat to hide her laugh. She too had once been enamored سے طرف کی the romantic idea of a young king fighting for good against an evil power, like something out of an old story. Maybe she still was. “My liege will be joining us shortly,” she answered. “He asked that آپ all make yourselves comfortable until he arrives. My name is Hailey. I’m an honored ward and sworn emissary of House Romanov.”

Callie leaned on one hand, her blue eyes sweeping around the school cafeteria. A sigh came from her ruby red-tinted lips at finding who she was looking for. Jaime then leaned over her shoulder, his eyes directed in the same way as hers. He smirked and dropped the tray of food beside her, causing Callie to nearly jump out of her skin. "Take a picture, it lasts longer~ " He grinned, chuckling at the glare he was given. "Why do آپ insist on torturing me?" She asked with a pout, batting her long eyelashes. "I must carry on tradition." Jaime replied with a grin, opening the دودھ carton that sat on the tray. "Just because Fang tortured Mom when they were younger, does not mean آپ get to tease me. Especially over boys." Callie whined out and sighed and adjusted her glasses. "I'm only teasing آپ because آپ have interesting taste." He snickered. "You know who he is, right?" Jaime asked as he began to dig around in his backpack. "Huh? No, he just moved here.." She whirled around and smirked at him. "And آپ do?" She leaned forward, wiggling her eyebrows at him. Jaime snorted, tossing his head back, his ravenette hair flipping from his face. "Tch, I know everyone." He added as he searched...

Name: Adrien Agreste Alias: Chat Noir Powers: Claws of destruction, poison fangs History: Adrien is an only child and owns his late father's fencing studio, Camelot Sword Play. He himself knows how to fence as well as several other forms of self defense. He is only 17 but known to be the country's youngest businessman. Adrien lives in Paris, France with his mother, who runs a small bakery. He lost his father only a few years پہلے but has accomplished much. He attends school still despite his schedule and is quick to make enough time for the few true دوستوں he has. Notes: Adrien is the reincarnation of King Arthur of Camelot. He is known to be ambitious and forthcoming. While he is guarded, he is also friendly and easy to trust as he keeps few secrets. He enjoys studying English Literature. His best friend is Alix Penn.

Name: Lancelot Morgan Nickname: Lance Occupation: Knight Ethnicity: Romanian Race: Vampire Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend. Facts: Lance is سے طرف کی nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.

Hailey was first aware of the glass digging into her cheek, then the ringing in her ears. From her awkward angle on her back, she could see where the door had been smashed inward. Cracks spiderwebbed across the window pane. A horrible screeching filled the wrecked limo as the door was pried off its hinges. Hailey raised an arm against the glass raining down as the door was yanked away, revealing the night sky. The stars were so abundant that it was easy to find the trail of smoke smudging out the dots of light. Hailey grabbed ahold of the arms reaching down. Her left shoulder protested, but her دل was pounding louder than the screaming pain. The mansion was exploding again and again in her mind. And Aleksander, standing on the balcony above the crowd, the epaulettes on his shoulders winking beneath the chandeliers. Even as she was lifted from the wreckage, Hailey scrambled to her feet. She needed to get to the house, to the last place she had seen her best friend alive.

“Ana, are آپ ready?” The teenager was deaf to her name. Octavia sighed and went to the bedroom where the younger had gone to get dressed. “If you’re getting cold feet, it’s a little late for that—” She paused in the doorway. Ana stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. Her curls bleached coppery blonde from years in the dessert sun, Octavia had referred to Ana’s dark roots to dye her hair its natural dark auburn. The soft waives were tamed into a bun, circled سے طرف کی an elegant braid like a mock crown. A few ringlets escaped to frame Ana’s face, where her freckles were made invisible سے طرف کی light foundation, and the Eastern-European بادام shape of her eyes were accented سے طرف کی dark mascara and eyeliner. Even the dress, a light cream color, made the young woman look مزید like her queen grandmother. It modestly covered all of her skin, with a loose bodice, billowing sleeves, and long skirt. A diamond and obsidian choker twinkled around her neck with matching studs sparkling in her newly pierced ears. The گاؤن, gown shaped her body into something mature, but the golden bow around her waist and crown braided into her hair made her...

Nudge paused as she entered the room, her chattering with the brunette beside her slowing. She rose an eyebrow in confusion at the three siblings laughing and hugging. "There's مزید of you?" Jaime looked up at the sound and let go, running over and hugging onto her tightly. She blinked before slowly hugging him. 'I'm so confused." Nudge grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back to stare at him, lowering a few inches to get eye level with the boy. "You look just like him, wow." She leaned back up, patting her head as Jack held up the polaroid, snapping a picture of him. "What's your name, kiddo?" He asked, waving around the developing photo. Jaime looked at him in confusion before giving him a quite "Jaime" as a reply. He took a long look at the male. "You don't look like Ca-" Mel drove a hard fist into his back, earning a cough from Jaime. He turned to look at Mel and she stared at him. His eyes widened in realization before he turned back to the two, who didn't seem to notice the slip-up he nearly had. "Jack.." His voice was quiet and the brunette hardly heard his name. Jack smiled and wrote the name on the back of the polaroid before dropping it into his bag. Jaime was about...

She laid her forehead harder against the wall, staring at the concrete in frustration. "This voice...this new voice. Go...way..." "You can't run away from fate. I found آپ for a reason. I bound my soul with yours for a reason...Pandora. "

The sheer sound of that word sparked a burning rage inside her. "Do not call me that!" she snarled slashing her head to look behind her. Her eyes were met only with the emptiness of the room. She turned her gaze back to the دیوار the concrete felt cold on her temple bringing her back to reality. Her دل quietened down.

"what should I call آپ then if not your birth name?"

Pandora flicked back up her مرکت, ایمرلڈ eyes glaring hard into the space in front of her. Adamantium talons peaked out from beneath her nails instinctively.

When her client arrived, she recognized him this time. That night he had shown up, drunk and defeated, he had been a stranger to her. But now he was back to himself: neatly combed platinum blonde hair, impeccable three piece suit, confident smile on his lips. “You look nice,” he told her as he led her سے طرف کی the arm down the stairs. Men usually wanted to take the back stairs to avoid being seen with escorts, but he did nothing to hide his place with her. Everyone in the brothel knew the young man was one of their own. “You look nervous,” he added as they stepped out into the brisk night air. “We’ve never gone out before like this. I’m your informant, Aleksander. I know the people آپ deal with, and I...” She stopped as he put a hand on her arm to gently steer her to face him. “Hailey, I would never put آپ in harms way,” Aleksander promised. “The instant آپ start to feel uncomfortable, I’ll take آپ home, okay?” He smiled, and she suddenly found herself flashing her fangs as she grinned and nodded along. No wonder he’s so successful in his plans, she thought, when he’s this persuasive.

آپ know that آپ need to do this. The last thing کہا to her rang in her ears. She growled softly as she tread through the mountains. A faint line of smoke directed her to the destination. Before getting too close, she transformed to her cat form and then moved closer. The soft, deep voices of two scouts hushed upon her arrival. She mewed softly as they let her into the secret base. She glanced around before heading through, the map they had drilled in her head helping her اقدام through the compound. She stopped suddenly, her دل aching. Shaking her head, she pushed past the painful memory of a boy with white hair and hurried to controls. She changed inside the hidden safe. She gasped as the کالر around her dug into her neck and sent electricity through her body. She grabbed what she needed and the کالر stopped. She gasped and choked before she ran out, rushing for the exit. She couldn’t remember the اگلے few منٹ that passed by, but she remembered the tears in her eyes as the mountain exploded, her watching from a distance…

For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the قلعہ لائبریری leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did. “When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“ “You’ll have your Glock on آپ since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued. “I’ll go into the room alone, except for my plus one, though she’s really only there for my cover—“ “And you’ll actually be there alone, unarmed, to socialize and دکھائیں yourself off as Prince Alexi Romanov’s heir.” “All the while, I’ll—“ “Be spreading the truth, exposing Magnus as a rotten, conniving pig who’s been planning to use us against the Red Army and current government of Russia, all without telling his own people, the White Army.”

It was her brother's idea of apologizing. Every time Ana left for an errand, یا to go for a run as she had done two hours ago, she returned to find a new contribution to the ancient two-bedroom cabin. Yesterday it had been a pile of dry firewood, the دن before a repaired باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ window. She had considered tossing the logs into the freezing river یا shattering the window with a stone, but despite her anger, those resources allowed her to stay in the dilapidated کیبن away from the قلعہ where her brother lived like the false prince he was. The freezing mountain side was unfamiliar territory to the xerophytic young woman. As if to remind her of her codependency, Ana's stomach growled at the smell of today's gift: a hand basket of freshly baked روٹی left on the کیبن doorstep. Ana took the key from the inside pocket of her thermal jogging pants-another gift from her guilty patron-and used it to open the cabin's aluminum door, already half-way through a baguette. There were also fruits, meats, and crackers to be washed down with چائے waiting in the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ to help replace the thousand یا so calories the young woman had burnt on her 12 mile morning run. They were simple foods...

"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready! Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled سوپ into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the تندور and went back to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ door. "Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard یا the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his میان, نیام بیلٹ, پٹی and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small بارن, گودام crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting سے طرف کی the time he reached the barn. The بارن, گودام door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted. "Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining...

She answered to the lazy pounding on her door. The lobby گھنٹی, بیل had rang long enough پہلے that she had assumed her client had a difficult time climbing the stairs, and the sluggish knock confirmed the patron's heavy intoxication. The woman glanced in the mirror before turning the knob-- her last client had left half an گھنٹہ ago, but her makeup had already been reapplied to accentuate her tan skin, full lips, and other favorable features of her Romanian heritage. The tiny red thong پر, سلو with its band of tassels and matching corset pulled tight around her torso and breasts left little to the imagination. Her شاہبلوت, شاہ بلوط hair was brushed to a shine the way the American actresses wore theirs, and her fangs were barely visible unless she wanted them to be--a perk of being only half vampire. The woman made sure to smirk at her reflection to bolster her confidence before throwing the door open.

Aleksander was already awake when his sister knocked on his door. A blue messenger تیتلی had flown through the cracked window half an گھنٹہ پہلے with an urgent message from the Red Army: the White Army’s leader, Wilhelm Magnus, was expected to attend the neutral Circle’s spring solstice celebration. Aleksander had already received the same news from Magnus’ own daughter and was attempting to explain to the Reds that he had the situation under control--without revealing his communications with the other side. Even if he had been raised a strategist, playing both sides when he only wanted to watch those sides tear one another apart was headache inducing. A سیکنڈ glass of ووڈکا, شراب had eased the migraine, but not his nerves. Nor had the fifth یا sixth. The time would come for the armies left over from the Russian revolution to decimate each other, but Aleksander had to insure neither he nor his daughter nor his fiancée nor his sister nor his sister’s boyfriend were caught up in the mess.

“Why am I doing this again?” “Alek can get his stupid stripper Romanian informant to do this.” “Gosh, this world is SO COLD.” Ana stopped at the door of the familiar apartment door with a huff. “Wow, I’m so whiney... I need to stop talking to myself.” She found the door locked, predictably, but a black claw extending from her thumb and jammed into the knob got her in. The familiar thrill of a successful B&E should have comforted her, but as the teenager leaned back against the door, a sob choked her. The paper-thin گاؤن, gown clinging to her skin was suddenly suffocating as she tried to breath past the chains used to cage her, the men she had slaughtered, and Cal, laying prone as a corpse on a bed. The air entering her lungs felt like آگ کے, آگ as she forced her feet forward. It took either an eternity یا a منٹ to reach the shower, but the hot water washed away the goosebumps. The steam seemed to reopen her lungs, and her tears washed freely down the drain. The girl mindlessly gripped her right bicep with her right hand, her claws digging into flesh. The old habit drew blood to the surface and sent it running down her bare arm to bleed...